"How unfortunate for you."
"It made my blood bile. I then thumped blazes out of her. The more I soaked her the wuss she kicked, until finally she kicked herself out of the harness and ran sway."
"And left you here with your load?"
"Yes, sir."
"Have you got far to go?"
"Only to yonder old log hut."
"That isn't far."
"No, not when you say it quick."
"I'll tow you over there with this machine."
"Will you? Oh, thank you! I was just going to ask you to do it!"